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Brief

Part time a poet Part time an advisor Full time tough nut Noncompromiser  I wonder what futute holds I care not for the thunder bolts

Give Me Your Pain

There was an old Zen master  Living in a hut by the river He was living alone And sometimes he would get help From young nuns and monks Once a monk saw the master  With a very deformed face He instantly inquired 'What happened, master?' 'I'm old and my back hurts a lot' 'I wish you could give me your pain'  Continued the monk The master instantly retorted 'Don't wish for that, sky is blue and grass is green, I will die someday and the pain will go away' The monk understood. Now he was in great pain.  Master would leave this world and he would stay alone until one day he will have great problems with his own back. 

High Hopes

My eyes, they seen many things, Alas they are too tired of seeing The same shapes, the same people I beg you not to bestow upon me Age full of darkness, I still, wish to see In hopes, one day, I'll see something new Something one of a kind Some diamond in the rough Some matter of a kind, a miracle Worth seeing

My Story

Is not important, Important stories are being told, Remembered, revered, There is magic to them, A happy ending even. My story is not such, I don't cry Or laugh too much. My story is only black, blue, and grey. Forget about me even starting to say. I'm no one, hence I obey.

21st

Worn at home Sitting all alone Waiting for the drone To fly by  And make me skip my life's misuse Do I get my cashback  Or is it all just capital abuse?

Legacy of Shapes

So much of nothing taken To make a little bit of something I dare to accomplish the pinnacle Of true shape shifting art Now, I'm complete But that's only a start

River

The smell of life in the water Makes me wonder  If there is an altar  For water Gods Still in shape  Making pilgrims cruise Let it flow  Let it go  I don't care because I got Them deep river blues

Ha-ha-ha

The wrong things The right songs The bright people The strong thoughts And the miracle of the sheeple...

Big City

They are all so pretty But so scrupulous  In so many ways I wonder if ever I'll get a chance  To romance a lady From other shore of life Question I cannot ignore But you babe drive, just drive!

As Usual

I'm past that stage of a sage in a rage But I find my mind to be in state Of sophisticated madness